Art Deco

consume;

pairing- dark!sirius black x muggle!reader
warning(s)- dark themes, 18+ content, cemeteries (?). (let me know if i should add more)
a/n- this is probably the darkest shit i've written in a while. strap on your seatbelts, we're going on a ride!

you felt hot tears staining your cheeks as the coffin of your boyfriend was lowered into the pit. you could remember how his body stiffened near you, falling onto the ground over the dry and crisp leaves. he went from laughing to a dead man on the floor. you could feel your heartbeat race as the dried soil covered the wood. the cold air bit your face, your tears drying on your face.

it wasn't a heart attack, but the doctors declared it as one. it was ridiculous, a perfectly healthy man who died so suddenly, without any diagnosed illness. in the pit of your heart, you knew it was a strange occurrence, but you couldn't do anything but accept it. your condolences were spoken in a haze, your mind wasn't truly there. you were drowned in a melancholy you couldn't escape. you were trapped in it.

you feel a squeeze on your shoulder. it was from his mother, her eyes held so much emotion, you couldn't decipher them.

'you should leave, it's cold out here.'

you nod. it was an endless endurance of pain. the cold air sued you. but the one you'd hug when you were cold was six feet under. you closed your eyes, as his friends and parents left one by one. you stood there your eardrums eerily attentive of the fading footsteps.

before you could react to a sudden sound behind you, a palm slapped over your mouth. it came with a rough push against your boyfriend's tombstone, as you were bent like pretzel. your brain took a moment to process what happened, and when the realization dawned upon you, you screamed against the warm palm.

'no one can hear you little bird,' a rogue voice replied. you felt the voice murmur something incoherent. you struggled against the grip, the sudden restriction as your body went rigid. suddenly it was like the tension was off your shoulders, as if you'd entered another dimension. it was as you'd forgotten about your sadness, as your hurt was drowned.

but you were out your own control.

'come on, go on your knees, pretty thing,'

you nod your head, your eyes empty as you turn around to face the speaker. he was a roguishly handsome man, with beautiful raven locks that fell down to his shoulders. his chiseled features complimented his storm like dark eyes, which seemed like dream you'd want to be lost in. under the lucent moonlit beam he looked even more enticing which made you break into fragments. your black dress rolled up your thighs as you spread your legs, sitting down on the ground. the crumpled leaves and the stones pricked through the skin, but it didn't matter. he looked like a devil sent by god, and hell you wanted to worship him. you needed to worship him.

his finger fiddled over the flimsy metal of his zipper, pulling it down. he thrust his fingers into your hair, pushing your head to his crotch. you sniffed him in, your tongue out of your mouth as he pushed his leg between your thighs. the cold leather of his shoes sent a chill down your spine, and your hands wandered over his pants, begging him to push them down.

'i can't do all the work, you gotta do something yoursel' too,'

his voice drove you crazy, like a maniac. you pulled down his pants, as the sole of his shoes wandered over your clit, exploring the wetness of your folds. you let out a small whimper as you freed his cock.

'come on, get your mouth to work now.' he encouraged. you opened your mouth, and he tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. you spat on his cock, wrapping your lips around his cock. careful not to use your teeth, you sucked on his cock, glorifying his beautiful girth and length, indulging in the way his cock hit the back of your throat. tears wobbled in your waterline.

'you're so pretty with tears staining your face like that baby,' he cooed, thrusting your face closer. your nose teased his pubic hair, and you held your breath, careful not to gag. he was your god for tonight, and you were to worship him.

at least that's what your brain told you.